[ there we go. for a moment, barty thought he was having an out-of-body experience, or had stumbled into some alternate universe where effie wasn’t a brat. but no - put her in a nice dress with nicer heels, and effie is still effie. (though really, it’s not like he’s one to talk).
barty’s been through the private wings and back rooms of the museums more time than he can count, he doesn’t hesitate before following her. when he pauses in a doorway, it’s not out of nerves or anxiety, but sheer disbelief at what she’s said. ] I’m sorry, it’s what?
[ one gala leads to another leads to yet another and no, he really doesn’t look at the invites all that closely. almost belatedly, he steps through the doorway and out of the main foyer of the museum. ]
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barty’s been through the private wings and back rooms of the museums more time than he can count, he doesn’t hesitate before following her. when he pauses in a doorway, it’s not out of nerves or anxiety, but sheer disbelief at what she’s said. ] I’m sorry, it’s what?
[ one gala leads to another leads to yet another and no, he really doesn’t look at the invites all that closely. almost belatedly, he steps through the doorway and out of the main foyer of the museum. ]
Since when?